How do I fix an argument with someone I love?



Going camping... I need to think about things.

Have you ever had the urge to just get up and go?

I just don't know how anyone can stay in the same place for too long, I grow tired of the same thing every day. There is a voice in my head that whispers "Just get up and go... just go." I feel the need to follow it, but I need to get my shit in gear.

I want to travel, I want to get out into the world to see. There is just so much I don't know.
I need to be out in the world, awake and alive, and it sucks that the person I try to share my life with doesn't see that.
I need sun and air and excitement rushing through my stomach, making it crawl into my lungs. I need the world that is outside to adventure and explore in.
If I can't leave the city right now, I want to make the best of my experiences here.
My life is my own, but I want someone to share the ride with.

...SERIOUSLY.

My phone won't call anyone, the 'send' button is broken, so I can't call any of you lovelies. It's a motherfucking piece of crap.

And Charlotte (mp3 player) finally kicked the bucket. She wouldn't turn on, so I had John take her apart and the fucking reset button fell out!


Motherfucking dicks... why does every piece of technology that falls into my hands find an untimely death?




Also, cocks.

...what these songs mean to me. Isn't that kind of what you think when you post lyrics in your journal?

"Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town.
You always did, catch me unawares.
Looking now at your debris,
These trails of paper strewn across the floor.
Towards an open door.

I don't know if you struggled at the end.
I know at times, you fought like hell.
I know that sleep was never quite your friend.
I hope that now, you're resting well.
Old band names and alma maters,
A patchwork quilt of people you have been,
Tattooed on your skin."
-Almost Time to Go


"Standing in a crowd and looking 'round,
Looking for a pair of eyes, pair of eyes,
Pair of eyes that are looking back at yours.
A little scared, a little proud,
Just a little paralyzed, paralyzed, paralyzed.
Everything you've ever felt before,
Everything you've ever felt and more,
Is coming back again,
Is coming back to you again.
Let the wind blow through the door,
Relax your fingers, let it fall away.
Sitting 'round the floor, you're looking tired,
You tell me that you're scared to die, scared to die,
Scared to die, and a little scared to live.
The little light, the little fire,
Still there just behind your eyes, behind your eyes,
Behind your eyes.
Let the waves come through your door,
Relax your fingers, let it fall away."
-Back to You Again

I get kind of emotional when I listen to Jason Webley.

Happy New Year's, you guys.

I wish I had the patience to write something long and inquisitive about this, but I don't believe I do, so I'm just going to say that,

Even though I have no idea how my life happens sometimes, I enjoy the fact that I know all you chumps.

Even though I won't get a midnight kiss from my boy, I'll still enjoy more to come.

Even though I did some stupid shit this year, I'm still happy and will continue not to regret decisions, even the bad ones, because at least I made them


I'm going to continue trying to be more happy and independent.
My life is brilliant, sparkling, and exiting.


And I love all of you,
really.